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nodded. It sits up here in all weather straining gnats through its ears, he thought. People like that don't have a crowded address book. Even whelks get out more.
'I'm Captain wasn't so likeable.
'You live right up here,' said Vimes, interested despite the more pressing problem on his mind, 'how come you know Arrot . . . Carrot?'
'Ee cuns uk ere um-imes an awks oo ugg.'
'Uz ee?'
'Egg.'
'Did someone else come up here? Just now?'Vimes of the Watch.'The gargoyle pricked up its huge ears.'Ar. Oo erk or Ister Arrot?'Vimes worked this one out, too, and blinked.'You know Corporal Carrot?''Oh, Ess. Air-ee-un owes Arrot.'Vimes snorted. I grew up here, he thought, and when I walk down the street everyone says, 'Who's that glum bugger?' Carrot's been here a few months and everyone knows him. And he knows everyone. Everyone likes him. I'd be annoyed about that, if only he
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